Have you ever had one of those weekends that just wore you out? Where you didn't stop going all weekend long, but you were really glad you did it? That just about wraps it up.
Friday night we went to Sadieville Music Fest (okay, deep breaths, Jessi, dispel the paranoia) in our tiny downtown. The Husband sang Karoke - which was weird. I didn't. I kept going back to the whole, I'm-not-a-very-good-singer excuse, but really, I'm better than a lot of people who did sang. The truth is that although I could speak in front of seven million people, I couldn't sing in front of three, let alone the thirty or so that were there.
There was dinner, because we're southerners, there's always dinner. Included in this dinner was something called Moonshine Corn. Don't try to google it because I spent almost three hours searching for it and it's just not out there. (Do me a favor, if you do google it and find something, please email it to me and tell it's your grandmother's recipe so I don't feel stupid, k?) There's brown sugar and cinamon and butter and roasting in the husk, and I kept myself in check, but I could have eaten the whole big roaster full.
Saturday, we went to the Sweet Corn Festival. It's at a local farm and it's big fun. There was more corn. This corn was pulled, upon your order, from a pot of boiling water, stuck on wooden stick and dipped in a crockpot of butter. Mmmm.... If it hadn't been for the night before, I wouldn't have known that corn could be so good. Two fabulous corn on the cob dishes in one weekend.
There was also a petting zoo, a fabulous playground, wagon rides, sand art, and a vendor's village including the cutest hairbows on the planet. Trust me, that site does not do them justice, but go anyway.
Sunday, we celebrated my Granddaddy's 84th birthday. (I think.) It's funny, but my grandparent's birthdays are almost as momentous to me as my kids. It's like they really count in the beginning and toward the end (although I demand at least 16 more for Granddaddy) and not so much in the middle. Weirdly, I didn't get any pictures. I mean to. I took the camera, meaning to get a picture of Granddaddy with his grandgirls, but it just didn't happen.
And, even though it's not the weekend anymore, tonight... I see... Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. I am so excited. (I have 90 pages of Empire Falls to read by 6 and I am at work, but I am still excited.) See the rest of the pics in my Flickr stream.